Hey guys :) ... Thank you so much to everyone who read, liked and reviewed my story "Returning Home". This is the sequel ... kinda?! :D ... It could be read alone, but some of the parts of the conversation make more sense when you've read the other chapters first...

So this is how I'd imagine Supernatural to continue when it comes back. It will come back! (I need to believe that. Please let me believe that.)

I don't know how regularly I am going to update the story. I don't even know what is going to happen. So bear with me, I have a lot of work atm.

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. I just love them to bits

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Heaven's state of decay.

"It's the fucking heaven!" Sam shouted.

"Yeah, I'm not even sure if that kind of language is tolerated up here." Dean tried a smug answer, sighing when his little brother just glared at him. "Yes it's heaven. What do you want to say with that?"

"This is none of our business." The younger Winchester rubbed a hand over his face. "This is not our responsibility. Dean. Please. Give it a rest."

"Why? Souls are vanishing from heaven and we have the knowledge to help." Green eyes searched for brown eyes.

"Do we have the knowledge?" Sam raised his voice... again. The guy was annoying.

Dean didn't really understand why his brother was so adamant about not helping. They had been fighting the whole day. Dean had been right. Even in death, they were arguing. "Jack and Cas need our help."

"I don't care." The younger man exploded. "Honestly. I do not care. We're not helping. Why would we even want to help?"

"Well, we've been hunters, right?" Dean shrugged. "When have we ever refused to help people. What's up with that?"

"I've been refusing to help after your death." Sam stated. "You've died hunting and I haven't been hunting for forty years. Without Chuck, we suck at hunting."

"Alright. I'm joining them on my own. You stay here." Dean shook his head, trying to get rid of the uneasy feeling. They had been great hunters, with or without Chuck.

"No, you're-"

"Shut it, Sam." Dean hissed back at his brother. "I am going. They need help and even if you don't believe in our abilities, I do. It had always been us holding the knife or the gun. Accidents happen." Before Sam could answer, the older man added: "And we are already dead. What could possibly go wrong." Sam's jaw worked. The 'accidents happen' comment had obviously hurt the younger Winchester. Dean's death had been more than an accident to him. Dean felt a pang of guilt.

"We don't know who is taking those souls. We don't know what happens to them. They might vanish, but they also might be destroyed." Sam closed his eyes and for a moment Dean could see the anguish in his face. "Dean, I spent decades without you on earth. I don't want to lose you here in heaven."

Dean's shoulders slumped down. That made sense. "Sammy," his voice was softer now. "Sooner or later this might become our problem anyway. Pretty much every hunter here is going to search for it."

"Just let them do the work." There was defeat in Sam's voice. He knew that his brother wouldn't give in.

"I will join them, Sam." Dean's voice was warm. "I swear, nothing is going to happen."

"You don't know that." Sam sounded so frustrated. They had been in heaven for a ... while now. Dean still didn't know how time worked in heaven, but for them, it must have been about six months now. Nothing much had changed in that amount of time. Apparently, Sam was really okay with his family being on earth and alive.

"I have to try." Dean let out a breath. "Sorry, Sammy."

"Gosh, you're an asshole." Sam turned around to leave, just when Castiel entered the sitting room.

"Sam? Are you feeling unwell?" Cas asked, his eyes scrutinizing the younger Winchester.

"Ask your friend." With that Sam, left and shut the door.

"Sam wants me to ask you-"

"Cas." Dean rolled his eyes. "You realize I've heard him?"

"He appears to be angry." Cas informed his friend. Sometimes the angel is a bit of a detective. Isn't he?... No. He is not.

"No." Dean shook his head. "He's just training his vocal cords."

"Dean, I honestly don't think that he-"

"He is pissed. That's all." Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. Should one get a headache in heaven? "Any news?"

"Yes. Jack is gone."

"What do you mean: Jack's gone?" Dean's eyes went wide.

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So. That was the prologue... Tell me what you think.